Race: Mixed race (dark elf, wood elf, a little human)
Age: 18
Birthday: March 20, 1994
Height: 5'6
Build: Athletic
Weapon*: Sword, spider dagger
Abilities: Sussunuss- "Light One", absorbs light from her environment and projects it.
Likes: Fighting, intense music, brewing healing potions and poisons
Dislikes: the Maeurden Clan,"dumbassery", injustice
Relationship Status: Engaged to Raphiel
Other: Is impulsive. Holds grudges, vengeful. Overestimates herself. Has poor defense and craptastic aiming skills and is afraid of using a gun in the event it might go off by accident.
Personality: Tenacious, impulsive, caring, emotional, relatively moral
Mercenary group: Gunmetal Mercanaries
Bio: Aleta Cryso is an orphan. Her family was killed in a raid upon thier village. She has no known living relatives. The Maeurden clan had been their rivals, they hated each other for their differences. The Crysos chose to breed with surface-dwellers, and live on the above ground, where the Maeurden clan still lives underground and will not mix with other races by choice. She went on a journey with Duriono and the rest of the mercenaries to seal away a key that would've unlocked all of the demonic gateways in Sanctum. Her family guarded this key until around 50 years ago, when they discovered a prophecy about the destruction of the Rose bloodline. Her parents placed the key in the care of the wood elves in the village her mother came from. After it was retrieved they continued on to throw it into a hell mouth, a portal to the underworld of which nothing can ever return. One man persued them, Zethriel Maeurden, an axe-crazy psychopath bent on killing Aleta and seizing the key for himself to use for who knows what. Aleta killed him out of revenge. When this part of her life came to a close and everyone went home, the young woman felt lost and purposeless. So, she crossed the sea with her boyfriend to find Duriono and join the Gunmetal Mercenaries.
Appearance (art by me):
Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:38 pm
Name: Raph Maeurden
Age: 19
Birthday: Febuary 16th (born in 1994)
Race: Dark Elf
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0
Build: tall and skinny
Specialty: Sharp shooting
Abilities: None
Weapons: Bow and arrows, spider dagger, a pistol
Likes: Food, Aleta, puzzles, target practice
Dislikes: Bad food (although its diffucult to find anything he won't eat), his family, oppression, pompous people
Relationship Status: Engaged to Aleta Cryso
Mercanary Group: Gunmetal Mercanaries
Bio: He is the son of (*insert Raph's dad's name*, I forgot what it was), and Elzarahel. His family is rich and powerful, but they have a dark side. Like all Drow of thier kind, they live in a barbaric war-like fashion, and continue the dark ways began by their ancestors. Raphl was displeased with this way of life, and he suffered abuse at the hands of his older brother, Zethriel, so he ran away when he was 11. His mother had taught him many things, she was from a gentler, less war-like society from across the sea, she once told him "What they do is not for the best, nor is it right. Death only leads to more death, not life for the killers." He went with Aleta on the journey and was glad to be freed of the tyranny of his family. His now sober father came to find him and hand off his inheritance early, even though he didn't want it, he took it anyway so he could provide for himself and future wife.
Other: uses humor to cover up his worries, is secretive, paranoid, and he's always trying to get into Aleta's pants. He has a strong love of freedom. Excellent cook.
Personality: Awkward, paranoid, sweet, a generally happy person, selfless
Characters Who Aren't Important Enough to Have Their Own Sheets, but Still Pretty Damn Important:
Name: Sampson Rothmore Age: 21 (DECEASED) Race: Human Sex: Male Weapons: Gun, sword designed for demon slaying Abilities: None Appearance:
Bio: He is the eldest of the 3 Rothmore siblings, and the leader of thier group. Thier mother and father are currently overseas, not that it matters much since the siblings are adults, except for Jacob. Sampson can be a bit of a sexist jerk, and his pigheadeness can get him in trouble. Although he has his flaws, he has a strong sense of justice, but he sees things in black and white.
Name: Marley Rothmore Age: 20 Race: Human Sex: Female Weapons: Daggers, throwing knives Abilities: None Bio: The middle Rothmore, Marley is the brain and voice of reason in the group. She loves her brothers, and is willing to listen to the eldest, even though he doesn't have many good ideas. She recognises she needts to become more independant, and is trying to do so by doing solo missions.
Name: Jacob Rothmore Age: 12 Race: Human Sex: Male Weapons: Revolver, knife dipped in holy water Ablities: None
Bio: Although small, naive, and inexperienced, Jacob has his own set of skills, especially with recon, tools and technology. He has high functioning autisim, which leads to communication problems.
Appearance:
Terah (Amoron) Leafborn Age: 5,522 Race: Wood elf Weapons: Bow and arrows, sword Ablilities: Can use the element of Earth like Aleta does Light Bio: He is Raphiell's father figure. The boy stayed with him and his wife for a year or so before wandering off again. He taught him everything Raphiel knows about fighting. Appearance:
Ezrah (Ferlain) Leafborn Age: 5,009 Race: Wood elf Weapon: None Ablilities: She's and awesome seamstress if that counts... Bio: Ezrah is Raphiel's mother figure, she adopted him for some time, and often communicated through letters to Aleta and Raphiel until she moved in with them. She looks cute and flimsy, but she's secretly a badass who's willing to do anything to protect her kids and anyone else under her wing.
Other: Likes smoking weed... a little too much, it's becoming a problem for her.
Appearance:
Elroy Leafborn Age: 1,000 Sex: Male Race: Wood elf Weapon: hunting knife, can fight with a sword. Abilities: Well, he can be a big asshat sometimes... Bio: Terah and Ezrah's son, he's a bit obnoxious and immature to a fault. He's funny and truely cares about his friends and family. He'll try to cheer you up, but will often fail if you don't share his weird sense of humor. Appearance:
Alondrel Leafborn: Age: 1,200 Sex: Male Race: Wood elf Weapon: An awesome magical handgun. Abilities: None Bio: Elroy's brother and his opposite. He is kind and considerate, and a little effeminate. He's a vegetarian and an artist, loves animals. If he didn't live in Armarus, he would be a total pacifist. Like his mother, he's also a hidden badass. Appearance:
Name: Nethor Maeurden
Age: 6,552
Sex: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Weapons: Basterd sword, rapier, dagger, revolver
Abilities:
Bio: The brother of Rafeal's father, Nethor is also his right-hand man. That is until he gave the order to leave Aleta and Rafeal alone. Now, he hunts the couple, claiming that all who commit treason of the blood , and who leave the family, shall be punished by death.
Appearance:
Name: Bartok
Age: 4,234
Race: Shapeshifter Demon
Sex: Male
Hieght: 6"7
Ablilities: Shapeshifts, has acting skills
Bio: He's pretty much a demon for hire, he's been Nethor's assistant for quite some time now. Nobody really knows his true form, and he's loyal to his master.
((These are characters I could put into the story at whatever point, whenever I need them. They come from the random character ideas I have. *scribbles ideas* At least two of them might be used as Chekhov's Gunmen in the future))
That chick that shot the snipers for Aleta that one night. She has a motivation behind that. I scribbled down her details somewhere.
The other lady Marley poisoned when rescuing Raphiel, Aleta rescued her.
Awesome dude in a pimped out wheelchair.
((I'll give them full details later.))
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 4:11 pm
Parody Sue:
Name: Princess Mary Prism Violetta Rainbow Sue
Specialty: Everything
Sex: Femae
Race: Part vampire, part elf, part bunny, part cat, all demon
Age: 10,000 years
Height: 5'8
Build: Very skinny with huge boobs and nice hips, deceptively strong for a waif
Weapon*: Amazingly impractical but beautiful sword, which is sharpened to a single atom
Abilities: Anything the plot demands
Likes: Destruction, screwing up the universe
Dislikes: Defeat
Are you married?:
"No, but everyone loves me!"
Other: Reality warper, can do ANYTHING
Mercenary group:
Theme songs:
Bio:
Prism is a reality warping demon from the Demonic Plane. Her goal is to bend the universe to her will and serve her. Reality will begin to spin around the demon, fulfilling her wishes and making the world itself her slave.
She claims to be an amnesiac princess. Where she came from is a mystery to everyone but her. She also claims to remember is a giant explosion killed her family. Later, she accidentally killed her guardians that adopted her with her uncontrollable powers when she was young. Now she's here in the Gunmetal verse to join the Gunmetal Mercenaries for some reason.
Aleta sat curled up in a chair, sitting adjacent to her therapist. For now they were just talking about feelings. The young woman hated this the most.
For the last two sessions Dorris might as well have been talking to a brick wall. The patient had been relatively cooperative during their first meeting. But now...
"How are you feeling today?" The therapist's stupid pen clicked, poised to take notes.
"Like s**t." Aleta said flatly. She looked drained, with shadows under her eyes. She had been working extra hard to keep up the rent, but it felt like her home was slipping through her fingers. She had to kick Ezrah and Terah out because they were eating all of her food. They had a place to stay with Elroy in the Rothmore's apartment, though, Ezrah liked to drop in and check on her, which was comforting because the lady wasn't high all the time anymore and she was good company again. Even though she did have something to eat every day, it was very simple, cheap, bland, and there was never enough. The elf felt hollow inside and always cold and shaky. Hungry. On top of all of this, she was lonely.
A sympathetic smile spread on Dorris Ramsfield's face, scrunching the folds on her face. "Can you tell me why?"
Aleta squinted at her, "You know I have sleeping problems. Well, I haven't slept all week. Not for more than a couple hours a night. It's almost as if I shut my eyes and then the blazing a*****e in the sky comes above the horizon, 'Hi, I'm gonna shine in your eyes now. Get up and witness this beautiful day!' Stupid sunlight." She was more temperamental than usual due to lack of sleep, and barely thinking about what she was saying.
"Are you having nightmares?"
"Yes. When I finally settle down and stop thinking for a while and actually sleep."
"Can you tell me about them?"
"I told you about them last time I was here, and the time before that." Honestly, she thought she was just getting worse. Every awful thing she was thinking and feeling hurled back up, which sucked because she was doing a good job at keeping it down. But now she felt sicker than usual. That's what this means, right? That she's sick in the brain?
Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 7:39 pm
Special event character
User name: Belethiel
Preferred Merc Group: The Midnighters
1st Choice: (What's your first preferred role for your character?)
2nd Choice: (What's your second preferred role for your character?)
Character name: Mac Mackenzie
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Height: 6'4
Build: Lean
Weapon: Rifle
Likes: Sweets, laser tag, beer, has a secret soft spot for cute things, especially kittens
Dislikes: People touching his coat, llamas, excessive swearing
Theme song(s): (What songs match your character?)
Personality: Acts tough, kind of child-like
Appearance: Long red coat, tan skin, tawny eyes, dark hair, skinny jeans and graphic tee
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